Page 44 of Lucien

Jamie gave him a lazy, lustful smile. “A while. Too long.” He spread his legs a little wider, absolutely shameless under Luc’s hungry gaze.

Luc gripped his cock hard at the base, too keyed up by far. “No recent ex-paramours lurking in the wings?”

Jamie shook his head slowly, his gaze back on Luc’s cock. “No interest in dating. What’s the point of opening up and growing attached if it’s not going to last?”

“Some would say the life experience,” Luc pointed out, ignoring the horrid inner part of him that was inordinately pleased Jamie had never been properly courted. The same part of him that wished Jamie had been kept locked away until Luc could get to him.

Jamie ran a caressing hand up his chest, over all that glorious golden skin, biting into his swollen lip. “Oh, I’ve hadexperience,” he teased.

Always fucking teasing.

Luc couldn’t help the growl that came out of him. Thinking about Jamie with other men made him want to break things. Bones, to be specific. Him and his monster both.

But Jamie only laughed at his reaction, the little minx, before propping himself up on his elbows. “I knew it wasn’t going to last because I was waiting for you.”

Luc and his monster both preened at that—the implication that Jamie’s relationships wouldn’t last because he was meant forthem.

Fuck, that was a heady thing. Jamie had known for years that he belonged with Luc. That he was Luc’s and Luc was his. It didn’t matter what he’d done or who he’d done it with—not that Luc wouldn’t love to tear the heads off anyone who had dared touch Jamie before him, just for the fucking fun of it—because it was all just an empty, meaningless placeholder for the real thing.

“We’ll have to be careful with you, then, flower.” It was a reminder to himself as much as a promise to Jamie.

“Fuck careful.” Jamie spread his legs wantonly. “Open me up, monster daddy.”

Luc choked. “You’re not calling me that.”

Jamie smirked. “You love it.”

What Luc loved was this easy acceptance. This guileless offering up of everything he’d ever wanted. He was so used to seducing, used to using his charm and good looks to convince people they wanted him despite his monstrosity.

His courtship of Victoria had been one long, exhausting game. A battle, really.

But here Jamie was offering himself up on a silver platter. Hehadbeen offering himself up on a platter since the moment they’d met, before Luc had even had a chance to speak.

Maybe fate wasn’t always a merciless bitch after all.

Luc slicked up his fingers before draping himself back over his mate. He took Jamie’s lips, murmuring his appreciation in French, knowing how much it turned Jamie on to hear him speak it. The kiss was much gentler than his earlier ferocity, soft, velvety strokes of his tongue. A wordless thank-you for this gift.

“Mm. Youarebeing careful,” Jamie teased before gasping as Luc’s thick finger breached him yet again.

Luc worked him over then, mixing sweet kisses with urgent fingers. It was heaven. It was hell. He tortured them both once again.

By the time he had his third finger working into his eager mate, Jamie’s cock was hard and leaking again, darker in color than the rest of his skin, with a pretty reddened tip Luc couldn’t resist circling with the thumb of his free hand.

“Look at that, flower,” Luc crooned. “So ready for me. So willing.”

“Yes,” Jamie whimpered. “So ready. You really need to fuck me, Luc.”

Luc’s restraint was hanging on by a fucking thread as it was. He slathered his cock carelessly with lube, somewhere in the back of his mind aware that even with the prep, he was thicker than the fingers he’d been giving his mate.

“Now, Luc,” Jamie demanded, bucking his hips underneath him. “Now.”

Luc snarled, diving in for another kiss, deep and bruising this time. He wasn’t sure he had any more gentleness left in him. He lined the thick head of his cock up to Jamie’s softened hole, teasing at the tight ring of muscles, pausing there. “Tell me again,” he ordered.

He wanted to hear it again. Needed to hear it again.

“I claim you,” Jamie told him solemnly. “You’re mine.”

Luc entered him in one steady push, his muscles trembling with the effort to go easy. He didn’t want to hurt his flower, not out of carelessness.

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